"Anyway, I still can't agree with that bastard, I can't trust him at all......"

Grunting, he drank all the wine in the cup in a vent, and the boredom that could not be vented seemed to be swallowed back into his stomach, no matter how strong the wine was, it was useless, and Xingxiong Yongyi's eyes were sober and terrifying.

"Well-dissipate your anger, Yongyi, Zi has decided, it's a foregone conclusion, and it doesn't make much sense for you to be entangled." Cuixiang smiled and filled the wine for Yongyi.

Although the ghost clan who likes fine wine will hold a banquet every day, according to this drinking method, I am afraid that before the wine banquet starts, Yongyi will get drunk, but Cui Xiang has no intention of stopping it, maybe as far as the other party is concerned, it is much better to get drunk here than to worry about the reality that cannot be changed.

Sullenly drinking the wine that Cuixiang had filled for himself, Xingxiong Yongyi suddenly whispered, "You have changed, Cuixiang." ”

"Huh?" The wine cup to his mouth couldn't help but pause, and when he caught a glimpse of Yongyi's complicated gaze, Cui Xiang smiled: "What's wrong all of a sudden?" The roundabout way of speaking doesn't suit you at all, Yongyi. ”

"You've changed, Cuixiang." Yongyi looked down at the little bottom left in the lamp, raised his hand and shook it, and the bright moon reflected in it gradually became hazy.

"Really? Where? Suika asked, seemingly nonchalant.

"If it had been in the past, we would have gone to war by this time."

"At war? And with whom? ”

"Youkai Sage."

"Hahahaha-Yongyi, it really looks like you would say." Suika burst into laughter, ignoring her friend's strange gaze and immersing herself in her own world.

There was naturally no shortage of laughter at the banquet, but such a careless laughter was indeed a long time for Yongyi, and since that time, it seemed that she had never seen such a happy smile.

"Is she really that good?"

Yongyi stared straight at Cuixiang, and her red ghost pupils instinctively exuded a sinister aura: "Is her strength really that unattainable?" Answer me, Cuixiang! ”

Drinking the wine from the wine cup by herself, Cuixiang stretched out her hand to the night sky, and the bright moonlight was held in her hand, so beautiful, so unattainable.

The slender wrists, the immature five fingers, the body containing the power of the ghost king tightened a little, and the open palm seemed to crush everything, distorting the night sky into a strange shape.

As unacceptably screeching as rubbing glass with a sharp weapon, the ghost clan at the banquet couldn't help but look at the sky, and the wanton behavior of Cuixiang ignited the flame called Dauntless, and one cheer after another spontaneously resounded among the ghost clan.

The starry sky, which was feared by people as if it were a god, was easily toyed with by Cuixiang, and finally turned into countless pieces with a piercing bang.

Although it didn't really crush the starry sky, Cui Xiang just crushed the space as far as the eye could see, but even so, it was enough to make the blood of the ghost clan boil.

The heat of the banquet seems to have reached its highest point.

But in this way, Yongyi became more and more incomprehensible, the ghost clan would not lie, and she asked her doubts bluntly: "Why?" Fragrance? Are you so afraid of Yakumo Murasaki? ”

"You're right, Yongyi, I've really changed," Cui Xiang didn't answer Yongyi's doubts, she lowered her head and laughed at herself, "I'm probably the least ghost-like ghost in the world." ”

"Incense?" Yongyi's eyes widened, she didn't understand what Cui Xiang meant, if even the ghost king didn't look like a ghost, then what was the ghost clan?

"I'm not afraid of purple," the night blurred Cuixiang's face, making it impossible to see her expression clearly: "Indeed, whether it is strength or wisdom, I am not inferior to purple, but so what?" Ghost battles are never in these boring things. ”

"So, why?" Yongyi looked at Cuixiang very puzzled and asked.

Cui Xiang was silent for a long time before she spoke: "Because after meeting her, I realized that the only one in the entire ghost clan who should not exist is the ghost king. ”

"Huh?"

Cui Xiang quietly clenched her fist and let go again, repeated it several times, and finally put it down weakly: "Ghost, that is, rebellion itself, even if we will fight and gather together in order to survive, but when it comes to establishing order as king, it is different. ”

"What are you talking about? Cuixiang, aren't you already ......"

"Yongyi, you're going to follow me, right? No matter what decision I make? Suika asked, looking at Yongyi, even though she already knew the answer.

"Of course!" Yongyi stood up excitedly and said, "No matter what Cuixiang decides to do, even if it is to the end of hell, I will definitely follow your will!" ”

"I know, I know, it's not just Yongyi you, every ghost here will follow me, even if there is a dead cliff ahead, you will not flinch, if the king is the one who leads the subjects forward, then what is the ghost king?"

Cui Xiang raised her head, and the waves in her eyes deeply shocked Yongyi, it was a kind of confusion that the ghost clan should not have.

"Ghosts are their own and reckless existence, Yongyi, do you really think that my hands can carry the lives of tens of thousands of ghost clans?"

"......" Facing Cuixiang's question, Yongyi was silent, this time she finally understood Cuixiang's meaning, and recalled the previous words and suddenly felt that the fluttering words seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

......

Although Yakumo Zi is a realm monster, she often mingles in the wine banquets of the ghost clan, which has both a friend relationship with Cuixiang and her own preferences.

But today, she was absent from the ghost clan's banquet.

Takeya, who came here as Yuko's messenger, Yakumo Zi couldn't rest assured no matter what, she didn't believe Yuko, just for insurance.

That's why at this time, she appeared in this place where she didn't have a good relationship with youkai at all-shrine.

"It's already time for the old man to go to bed, this time is still sneaking around, Master Xuan, you really aren't an immortal but a monster, right?"

"Who the hell is sneaking around," looking at the uninvited Yakumo Purple helplessly, Xuan Ye said angrily: "Be careful not to be dismissed by the dream." ”

"Hehe, Dream, I haven't played with her for a long time."

Speaking of the dream, Yakumo Zi's face involuntarily showed a playful look, but quickly covered it up again: "Forget it, there will always be opportunities in the future, this is the end of the chat, Master Xuan, we are here today for business." ”

"I know you won't be fooling around, let's say, what's the trouble again?" Xuan Ye couldn't help but want to sigh, every time Yakumo Zi appeared, it would bring him different degrees of trouble.

It's just that this time, Yakumo Zi didn't mean to go around and around like usual, but came up and went straight to the point: "Master Xuan, we want to ask you about someone......"

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